Unscramble Chasing Novels & Stories

If time permits me, then 4 chapters. And yep, this is the book 2 of “Chasing his”. To understand this story better, read the first book. That'll help you how the story started. I appreciate everyone who reads this, and please don't forget to drop a comment/review. God bless! For updates info, reach me out on my social media. FB page & group: Author Praise Odulesi & Praise Fam respectively. IG: official_praise_ewa :-)❤️

A proud boyfriend I guess. My eyes widened when I notice that Rik and Cliff's direction is running towards us and Erika is behind them. Cloyd hurriedly drove the jetski and I can't help but to shout with my heart that beats so fast. "Clouuddddd hurry up hurry up!! Cliff is almost here" I shouted and hold him tightly. "Oh my God! Clouuuuuuudd!!" I loudly shouted when he just pulled the jetski sideways. He just laugh with my reaction.

I like a challenge, and this one I accept willingly. Sweet dreams, baby, Chase.”

"Yes" He swoops me off my feet grinning, twirling me around while I giggled. He places me back on my feet. "Good. Now let's go make babies" "What?" I laugh. THE END!!! I hope you enjoyed reading CHASING STORM as much as I loved writing it.Watch out for my next book, and if you haven't checked out my old ones, be sure to.

As soon as he realizes I'm still watching, he freezes, then quickly turns on his heel and takes off. I'm intrigued - Why is he trying to escape? My instincts tell me to follow him. I take off in a sprint, as I chase after the suspicious guy. My heart races with adrenaline as I gain on him. Thanks to my track days in high school, I'm able to quickly close the gap between us. I launch myself at him, tackling him to the ground. We both hit the pavement hard, the pain shot hard but I'm grateful that I'm able to catch him.

I would get her back at any cost, driven by an unwavering determination to mend the fractured threads of our connection. My heart pounded with urgency as I raced towards the pack, driven by the need to find Claire. But as I reached the familiar territory, an unsettling realization struck – her scent, once a beacon guiding me, had vanished into thin air. Confusion and frustration knitted my brows together; it was an anomaly I couldn’t ignore. I scoured the surroundings, my wolf sense heightened, yet Claire’s trail eluded me. It was as if she had melted into shadows, leaving no trace behind. The strangeness of the situation gnawed at my instincts, and a growl of frustration escaped my lips.

My grandmother was infuriated by my tone, and she slammed her cane heavily against the ground. “Amelia, you heartlessly abandoned a student supported by our corporation in the public, and now you’re defying your elders. Is this the kind of upbringing you’ve had?!”

I froze, my breath catching. The back door creaked. A car engine roared to life outside. “No…” My voice broke. I bolted toward the sound, yanking the door open. Headlights flashed across the driveway. Tires screeched against the pavement. The car sped off before I could even reach it. And just like that—Kent was gone.

We are the storm chasing down the last shreds of resistance. I spot the paw prints next, fresh, desperate, pressed deep into the damp earth. They lead into the thick woods, cutting through underbrush with reckless speed. Good. They're running scared. But they’re not fast enough. We’re gaining ground. The scent is stronger now, hotter, more frantic. I can hear them crashing through the brush ahead, their breathing ragged, their movements erratic. They know we’re coming. They know they’ve run out of time. My muscles coil tighter, and I push harder, leaping over a fallen log without breaking stride. The trees blur around me as we close in, silent, focused, relentless.